Zhang Deming has never forgotten the other party, to be precise, he kept persecuting Guan Zhenzhen, didn't he just want to force this person who controlled the scene to come out!

At the moment when Xue Su shook, Zhang Deming spoke: "Law: People whose minds are controlled here are especially vulnerable to their mental defense. ”

With Zhang Deming's words, Zhang Deming's eyes flashed with a dreamy light, and the unique mental power of Xinmeng invaded in an instant.

Xue Su, who was glazed over, stood directly in place.

At this moment, Zhang Deming pressed his hands on the ground.

Spell: Thorny Thorn!

Countless thorns emerged from the ground, interspersing the stunned Xue Su directly in place.

Xue Su's body stiffened, his dull eyes returned to his senses slightly, and he looked at Zhang Deming's dreamy eyes.

At this moment, his face was withered, like a candle in the wind, he showed a relieved smile, looked at Zhang Deming, and whispered: "Thank you." ”

Zhang Deming didn't pay any attention to him, his eyes flashed, and he read a lot of information through the flashback of life at the moment of the other party's death.

Immediately, ruby-like vines began to emerge on its body, and the vines grew rapidly and swayed slightly.

However, until Xue Su lost his breath, the other party only provided Zhang Deming with a chance to live.

just made seventy percent of the weight become eighty percent, which shows how ruthless the other party is.

All the vines completely devoured the dead Xue Su, turned into a point of light and disappeared, and a watch was obtained by Zhang Deming.

It's a long story, it's only a few seconds since Xue Su attacked under his file.

As Xue Su completely disappeared, the surrounding space also turned into runes one by one, slowly disintegrating.

But Zhang Deming did not hesitate, and rushed over again at Guan Zhenzhen, who had just taken a breath.

Guan Zhenzhen's face was pale at the moment, she was already at the limit, facing Zhang Deming who rushed over, she hurriedly said: "Old ghost, if you don't make a move, don't blame me for turning my face!" ”

Guan Zhenzhen's words made Zhang Deming's face change suddenly, and the reason why he was so anxious to make a quick decision was that he had a terrible guess.

Now Guan Zhenzhen's words seem to confirm this speculation.

"Alas······ These ones are really useless! ”

A faint exclamation emanated from the void, and the voice was old and interfering, as piercing as iron scraping against metal.

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Half a month ago, Huayue Academy was underground in Huayue City.

I don't know when it started, and an underground room appeared, all of which even the dean of Huayue Academy didn't know.

There are quite a few rooms, and one of them looks a bit like a dungeon, an ancient cell.

However, the pattern is not that the detention room is not arranged, but that the interrogation room is arranged.

In the large room, there are three large log crosses, on which are nailed to the people.

That's right, it's not tied but nailed!

The limbs and chests of the three were pierced through the bodies by a pitch-black nail and nailed to the log cross.

In particular, the black nails on the chest are not only huge, but also have a faint black mist surrounding them, as if there are powerful ghosts roaring and struggling inside.

The three of them were nailed, and the blood dripped down the black nails, falling to the ground, and then flowing down the ground, flowing back to the log stake, soaking in, and then flowing back into the body through the black nails on the log.

This cycle repeats itself, making the three of them extremely weak, but they are always hanging, and the three of them are all overhauls of the two instruments, so they can't die for a while, or even for months.

The combination of the three is even interesting.

A young bald monk, but he did not wear a monk's robe, but wore an ordinary peasant coarse cloth clothes.

One is a young man in a Confucian shirt, who should have been a chic person with a little elegance, but at the moment, because of such an embarrassed appearance, he couldn't see the elegance in it, but the freedom was still there.

The last one was a middle-aged man, dressed in a shabby robe, looking like a fortune teller, holding a plaque, walking on the street to cheat money.

The three of them were hung like this, and even though their breath was so weak, they still showed a bit of arrogance, including the last fortune teller.

At this time, the door of the room suddenly opened, and Guan Zhenzhen's upside-down face appeared outside the door.

The three of them looked at the face, and a rare flash of hatred flashed in their eyes, including the little monk in coarse cloth clothes.

Guan Zhenzhen walked into the room, looked at the three people, and said, "Have the three seniors thought about it, will they help or not?" ”

The young monk Huineng said indifferently: "Master Guan, you still have this heart, if you want the little monk to make a wish for you, it is impossible in this life." ”

Hua Zhengyu, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe, also glanced at Guan Zhenzhen and said, "It's impossible for you to ask the old man to come up with such a hexagram." ”

Nangong Cheng, a young man in a Confucian shirt, smiled slightly, and said with some uninhibited frivolity: "I don't care, why don't you accompany me for one night, I'll think about it?" ”

When Guan Zhenzhen heard this, he looked at Nangong Cheng, a young man in a Confucian shirt, and said with silky eyes: "I really want to think about it, what is the taste of the spirit of the Liangyi monk, I really haven't tasted it."

It's a pity that Academician Qinglian, what you have cultivated is the song of righteousness of heaven and earth, and a breath of righteousness will always exist in your chest, and you will be able to keep your heart for eternity.

I really don't want to, I didn't taste the taste of the spirit, and I couldn't bear it when I poured, so I vented it first, but I became the pink skeleton in your book, the concubine in your pen, and I really lost my wife and soldiers!

Besides, the three of you are still of great use to the old ghost, you really don't dare to make a real skirt soul at will! ”

Ruyi Nangong Cheng smiled and said, "You don't want to sleep with me, you still want the old man's words?" Do you know how valuable the old man's words are? ”

"Giggle········ Academician Qinglian, you don't want money upside down! Guan Zhenzhen said with a smile.

Ruyi Nangong Cheng cracked his mouth and smiled, "I'll wait!" ”

Guan Zhenzhen clapped his hands with an evil smile, and a few disciples came in outside the door, two pushing a wooden horse, and one pulling two very strong men.

The three disciples, after bringing the things in, quietly took two steps back and stood there with their heads bowed.

Guan Zhenzhen came to the Trojan Horse at this time, gently stroked the Trojan Horse, and said, "For the sake of the three of you, Zhenzhen went out this time, but it took a lot of effort."

Originally, the backbone of the three of them was really admired, and the monks who could make Zhenzhen do his best and not bow his head had really not seen a few in these years.

This soul nail boils the pain of the soul, and the three of them can do it as usual, and there is really no way to do it.

But it was also luck, when passing through a mortal town, I accidentally saw an interesting scene in a hook fence.

This scene gave me a lot of inspiration.

Therefore, Zhenzhen specially rushed back, 'called' a disciple of Baifeng Temple, and created this thing for Zhenzhen. Three seniors, do you know what this thing is called? ”

Guan Zhenzhen stroked the Trojan horse with pity, especially the special bulge on the back of the Trojan horse.

Hearing this, the three of them raised their eyes weakly and looked at the Trojan horse, and they could see at a glance that this thing was just a one-star magic weapon, and the manufacturing was quite rough.

The little monk Huineng and the Taoist robe Hua Zhengyu didn't care, but Nangong Cheng, who had always been the most dashing Confucian shirt, looked at the Trojan horse, especially after seeing the bulge on the back of the Trojan horse, his complexion changed suddenly.

Guan Zhenzhen saw Nangong Cheng's face change for the first time, she suddenly bit her lip shyly, and replied shyly: "I hate it, Academician Qinglian, why do you even know this, people have put a lot of thought into it." ”

Confucian Nangong Cheng didn't reply as freely as before, nor did he say anything sarcastic, but his face was extremely gloomy.

Guan Zhenzhen squirmed, and then came to the other side, and on the other side were two very strong men.

Their whole body muscles are like bodybuilding coaches, their wheat-colored skin, slightly dull yellow, wearing only a pair of pants, and their whole bodies seem to have been touched with a layer of essential oil, some of which are slightly glowing.

The only fly in the ointment is that at this moment, the two of them are wearing a collar around their necks, and their eyes are a little dull.

Guan Zhenzhen stepped forward, stretched out his slender jade hand, and caressed the skin of the two of them with pity, especially on their strong chests, lingering for a long time.

After a moment, she looked at the three again, "Do you know what they do?"

You can really hint at it, they are also really in that tick bar! ”

The little monk Hui Neng in coarse cloth and Hua Zhengyu, a middle-aged man in Taoist robes, originally didn't care much.

But at this moment, seeing Nangong Cheng, who had never changed his face, his face became more and more gloomy, and the two of them frowned together, and looked at Guan Zhen coldly and did not speak.

Guan Zhenzhen looked at Nangong Cheng with surprise, and said, "Academician Qinglian, you even know this?"

It seems that I really don't know enough about the books of Huayue Academy!

Hmm······ The two of them shouldn't know, or Academician Qinglian, you tell them? ”

Ruyi Nangong Cheng had a gloomy face and did not speak.

Guan Zhenzhen didn't care at all, or didn't expect the other party to reply, she paused, and said while stroking the man next to her:

"They, in the mortal world, are dedicated to accompanying guests, just like the women in the hook bar. However, they don't just accompany women. ”

The little monk Huineng frowned when he heard this, and his face was puzzled, but Hua Zhengyu, who was robed, suddenly thought of something, a pair of ordinary weak eyes, suddenly widened, and his lips trembled and stared at Guan Zhenzhen.

At this moment, Guan Zhenzhen seemed to be a real demon in his eyes.

"Giggle········ It seems that Hua Daochang also thought of it, oops, the lives of the two seniors are really colorful! ”

She smiled shyly, and suddenly turned her head and continued: "Because it was interesting, I went to ask the mother in the tick column, for those ········

Hmm········ How do backbone readers make them speak? Guess what that 'mom' said to me? ”

She paused, looked at Nangong Cheng, and continued: "People say that there is no backbone of a scholar who does not sit still, as long as the 'appetite' is right, the steel and iron bones can be turned into soft fingers."

I thought, it's really like this, the three seniors are not satisfied, I think it's not the right 'appetite'.

So I really brought these two people here, I don't know which one of the three seniors to choose?

Do you want to 'ride a horse'? Or do you want to be 'ridden'? ”

When the three of them heard this, the young monk Huineng was still slightly puzzled, Hua Zhengyu, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe, had wide eyes, his lips trembled, and Nangong Cheng, a young man in a Confucian shirt, had a gloomy face and was silent.

"Don't you choose? That's really the choice for the three seniors.

Of course, the seniors, don't worry, they won't let you come together, come one by one, and the rest of the seniors can appreciate their majesty! Who will come to this first? ”

Guan Zhenzhen paused, looking at the three of them, Nangong Cheng had a gloomy face, and avoided Guan Zhenzhen's gaze for the first time.

Dao robe Hua Zhengyu directly turned his head, and only the young monk Hui Neng frowned at this sudden change.

Seeing this, Guan Zhenzhen smiled and said, "Since this is the case, let Master Huineng go first." I think that with the talent of the master, I shouldn't have ridden a horse, right? Let's let the master ride a horse today! ”

After saying that, Guan Zhenzhen waved his hand, and the black nails on the little monk in coarse cloth instantly turned into black smoke and integrated into his body, and the bleeding wounds also stopped bleeding instantly.

The little monk Hui Neng fell down from the log cross weakly.

"Take it off!" Guan Zhenzhen said with a cold smile.

Behind her, the three disciples who had been bowing their heads, two of them stepped forward, came to the little monk Huineng, set him up, and the third person directly reached out and took off the little monk's pants.

The little monk Hui Neng was set up and fiddled, he closed his eyes, and began to chant the sutra gently: "When the Bodhisattva of Freedom and Freedom is in the depths of Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he will overcome all suffering. Relic ······"

Hui Neng faced the impending torture like this, and reacted without changing color, Guan Zhenzhen had seen it countless times, her eyes flashed with excitement, looking forward to the meeting later, it would be different!

After a while, the little monk Huineng was stripped of all his pants, Guan Zhenzhen took a look, raised his eyebrows and said, "Master Huineng has a good capital, it's a pity to be a monk." ”

The little monk Huineng silently recited the scriptures and ignored her.

Guan Zhenzhen said: "Put it up, let Huineng seniors experience the fun of horseback riding." ”

Guan Zhen said the truth, and the three disciples set up the little monk who had stripped off his pants, came to the wooden horse, put the little monk on the wooden horse, and then sat down against the bulge.

The little monk Huineng, who was originally sore and weak all over his body, chanted the scriptures with his eyes closed, and let him fiddle with them, the moment he was fiddled and sat up, the action of chanting the scriptures paused, his weak body and muscles were a little tense, and his eyes opened instantly, and his eyes were round.

"Oh, it seems that the appetite of Huineng's predecessors is really different, is this a feeling?" Guan Zhenzhen smiled wickedly.

After saying that, she waved her hand, and the still wooden horse began to shake back and forth, and the three disciples carefully supported the little monk to maintain their position.

Huineng, who shook up, his eyes were about to split, his teeth were clenched, and he recited the scriptures again in a moment.

After a long time, Guan Zhenzhen, who was still smiling, gradually became gloomy.

"Change!" Guan Zhenzhen said coldly.

The wooden horse stopped, and Huineng was re-hung on the cross, but it was the back facing everyone, and then a disciple took off the collar of a man with a dull gaze, and the man instantly came back to his senses.

After he came back to his senses, he didn't panic at all, to be precise, he just looked at Guan Zhenzhen stupidly.

Guan Zhenzhen smiled at him and said, "Serve our Huineng Master well." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" The man said stupidly.

Then came to Huineng's cross, Huineng should have understood the next development at this moment, after a long time, he closed his eyes and said: "Little monk, this is the wish of the little monk." ”

Between the words, there was a little crying.

Guan Zhenzhen paused, waved his hand silently, the man retreated, and the three disciples quickly took out a set of clean clothes and pants, put them on for the little monk, and took them out.

Guan Zhenzhen looked at the remaining two and said, "So which senior is next?" ”

Under Guan Zhenzhen's gaze, the two avoided their gaze together.

"In that case, Academician Qinglian will come!" Guan Zhenzhen said with a smile.

When Ruyi Nangong Cheng heard this, his eyes closed, and he said faintly after a long time: "Alas······ The old man writes, the old man doesn't need money to write! ”

Saying this, Nangong Cheng's entire temperament changed, as if something was broken.

"You!! Don't you think I dare let you sit on it and try it! Guan Zhenzhen's face instantly became extremely gloomy, pointing to the wooden horse and said, no wonder she is so angry, there are two levels of readers who have courage and those who do not have courage.

Nangong Cheng raised his head and said with a sad face: "The old man's whole body cultivation is all forbidden, and he can't do it by himself, do you think this is what the old man did on purpose?"

The old man's courage, this is the tone that is cultivated, you have to break it.

The old man reluctantly agreed, you are still not satisfied now, so what do you want the old man to do? ”

Guan Zhenzhen looked at the gray face of the young man in the Confucian shirt, and couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while, but she believed it a little.

After all, this soul-locking nail is something given by the old ghost, so there should be no accident.

She was silent for a long time, with a gloomy face, she looked at the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe, and said, "Where is Daoist Hua?" ”

Dao robe Hua Zhengyu looked at Nangong Cheng with a gloomy face, then looked at Guan Zhenzhen, and said, "Alas······ The old way admits planting, this hangs, the old way is it! ”

Guan Zhenzhen, who received an affirmative answer, did not continue to embarrass the two, glanced at Nangong Cheng coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the black nails on the two of them were all integrated into their bodies.

As soon as she turned around, she went straight out.

She went out with her front foot, and several disciples came in with her back foot, and silently put down the two people who had collapsed on the ground, and put them into a room, where clean clothes and hot water had already been prepared.

After putting the two of them in separately, the disciple began to take off Nangong Cheng's clothes.

Nangong Cheng paused, looked at the disciple beside him, and said as if he had a psychological shadow: "Change the old man to a boy." ”

The two disciples paused slightly, didn't say a word, one supported him, and the other hurried down.

In a moment, the disciple brought back four boys, all four of whom were unusually cute boys, but the gray eyes had lost their due brilliance, and only withered and numb remained, and they did not want to match their age.

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